(Letters to my brothers and others) March 2005 to May 2007. |
11/28/05-12/6/05 and I knew I had problems. I wasn't about to focus on their causes. It was all-hands about cope or hope of a cure for lack of said passing remedy. I don't stress, I distress. I don't undress, I disrobe. In lack of clothes I unwind with unwine to ease a whine or complaint when the absolution results in the resolution that abomination is no antidote. It's just bandaids by rote. The process is not manageability by what's manageable; it is harnessing capabilities into overpowering struggling comparisons, harboring positivity and building everything exponentially. The one societal lubricant has failed and now seems like no better time for a more operative, experimental replacement. The work of echoes begins with my resoundment and a proper retooling of my attitude. Steps no more; less calculations just. Aiming for leaps and then bounds... not pinning my hopes on edges but solidifying core truths in a foundation I can believe in. If it fails to fall from the tips of me, then I know it should be here for keeps and then I will live in its bounty. From ashes arise beauty in hope of learning toward a more tolerable frame of space. |